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Chapter 5
Norman blinked.
He was alone and
it was dark outside. The clock display projecting inside his visor indicated it
was three hours later, “That son of a bitch!”
The apartment was
lit by streetlamps from outside casting long shadows in the dwelling like
gothic images and the air was still. If he listened hard, he could hear arguing
from the neighbors below him. He glanced around the room and noticed most
everything had been put into order, especially the dining room table. He walked
over noticing Brian’s cameras had been laid out among one banker’s box, half
eaten Chinese food, a half filled bottle of whiskey, two envelopes, and a
mediport device heroes used if they got in over their head and needed emergency
medical treatment. A small leather wallet with Brian’s official city
registration deputizing his alter ego News Flash was within; it was the
official authority to conduct vigilantism. The wallet also contained his Onami
Strike Force membership ID card.
Norman pocketed the wallet and the mediport. Both
could prove invaluable to his organization. More specifically, they were
important to him; the mediport alone could offer free access to Paragon City. He needed to have his associates
examine it first. Using it now would only guarantee it worked once, maybe even
two or three times. Norman
wanted his people to crack the key encryption code first. Its long-term value
was undeniable and too good to pass up. He snatched up the two letter sized
envelopes and read both quickly. One was Brian Sutter’s last will and testament
leaving everything he owned to the Onami Strike Force. There was also a storage
locker key inside. He knew of Brian’s collection of dirt. It was actually quite
impressive and probably could cause indictments and raids against most of the villain
groups and politicians in the area. Not like, there was any difference between
the two. He would have to make sure his people got copies before he returned
the key.
The second
envelope angered Norman
the most causing his pulse to rise to over seventy. It was Brian’s resignation
letter made out to Thauma Guard. He was formerly resigning from the Onami
Strike Force so they would no longer be burdened by his past and future
actions. There was a lot more, but Norman
was too pissed off to read it. The Brian he knew was no quitter. He debated his
options on what to do next. Luckily, he had no idea where the entrance to the
maps beginning point was and just gave up the location of an underground base
the Circle of Thorn’s had once used. They still could be occupied by them or
worse, there was a chance it actually was an entrance to the Lost City.
He needed to act now. He needed help from someone to assist in bringing Brian
back. The reporter was to far gone and stubborn for him to bring in alone.
The Rogue Isle
Protector left Brian’s apartment entering the darkened hall. From his vantage
in the unlit corridor, he easily spotted the Longbow Eagle looking in a window
from the outside fire escape. The scout was armed with a rifle and at that very
moment possessed something Norman
greatly desired. The Eagle fired his rifle once before the Protector leapt
through the window tackling the goody-two-shoes. The bullet had impacted his
breastplate leaving no marks or pain. The Eagle ignited the boosters on his jet
pack and attempted to rocket away, but the extra weight of his prey sent them
dropping unceremoniously, but unhurt, thirteen stories to the ground. Norman head-butted the
scout on the way down knocking him unconscious and when he got to his feet,
swiftly stripped the jet pack off the man. He strapped it on punching in a key
code unto a panel unlocking the fail-safe system that activated in the event it
was ever forcibly removed from its wearer. The code was a secret Longbow
thought no one knew about. The Boy Scout wannabes believed many fallacies
probably even the one that said a dinosaur named Sally roamed the lakes in
Croatoa.
An idea for
someone he could get to help find Brian flashed though his mind and he smiled
lovingly his heartbeat racing sending his pulse over eighty beats per minute.
Finally, time to visit someone he loved and surprise her. He left King Rows
with fiery blast and soon with a whole contingent of Longbow hot on his ass.
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